Sunday, September 29, 1985 (age 14)



Today is the third day with no power. Now it's getting aggravating. Mom did some hand-washing today, she's allergic to bleach so some of her fingers are swollen. Dad is going nuts, saying how the center of town and everyplace else has power and how we're going to be the very last street to get it. Also, Nubby got out. We can't find her. Becky is hysterical. Hope we find her tomorrow. I think it's 9:30